Good Try Brad lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
I get jiggy on the beat, catch me in the booth with two drums
Knock-knock, bop-bop, we like who home?
n*ggas poppin' hooplah, pop out and shoot somethin'
I need all the Caillous, pockets stuffed with blue hundreds
Nah, we was friends 'til I shot at him
Name a n*gga f*ckin' with me, what rapper?
It's the cold demons, I'll leave a n*gga cliffhangin'
You ain't got that dough for me, you need to chill, baby
It's the drumline, here go Nick Cannon
n*ggas tried to chip me, didn't matter, b*tch, I'm still at it
Spin the block tweakin' like a pill addict
Mei Ling and Susie touchin' tongues, I had to chin strap 'em
What's that bulgin' out the bag? That's like 20K
Put cheese on his head likе he signed a deal with Green Bay
In thе jungle, you could catch me with a mink sweater
Stupid chop on me, he been held back three classes
Pop out with the K, I'll turn LA to Iraq
He tryna beat the b*tch 'cause my number in her iPad
n*ggas rap good but, really, where your street cred'?
Bullets start flyin' through the air, he better think fast, ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
n*ggas bums, they won't never get my spot
You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad
You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop
You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'?
You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke to my face
But behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, Brad
sh*t
n*ggas bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad
You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad
sh*t
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke in my face
But behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, Brad (b*tch, you know the truth)
[Verse 2: Duffy]
sh*t, chill out, Brad
Lame n*gga, yeah, you better have your hall pass
We be laughin', countin' chicken, n*ggas mad
I ain't worried 'bout it, though, Pippy Long on my lap
Pullin' foreigns back to back, got my strap in my mat
Chain dance, diamonds lookin' like they divin', n*ggas splash
We these rapper n*ggas' ass, why can't n*ggas face the facts?
One sixty, hit the dash, mud spillin', I won't crash
You n*ggas really down bad, yeah, it's sad but it's true
I'm a n*gga, you a nobody, bro, who asked you?
Beefin' with the cold demons, be expectin' bad news
It's a perfect slow jam for me to boogie down to
sh*t, n*ggas bums, n*ggas through
Wrong move, might get blew up out his boots out the blue
It ain't nothin' new, been had, b*tch, we've been the truth
Whack him and his bro, good try to him and him too
Ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
n*ggas bums, they won't never get my spot
You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad
You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop
You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'?
You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke to my face
But behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, Brad
sh*t
n*ggas bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad
You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad
sh*t
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke in my face
But behind closed doors, n*ggas snakes, but good try, Brad